Mortimer Toynbee, also known as Toad, lay in his bed, in his room,
not knowing what to do. He rarely did.
Just like Sabretooth, he quite often got bored from spending a long
period of time on this little island, off the mainland.
And until Magneto fixed their helicopter, they were stranded here.
Sigh.
But Sabretooth still had it a whole lot better than Toad, thought at
least Toad himself. He had a TV and a computer in his room, and he
had more authority than Toad.
He could also (almost) anytime satisfy his overactive sexual needs,
since Toad knew that both Magneto and Mystique were drooling after
the overgrown hairball like two horny bitches.
Yes, even Magneto did. Not that Toad had ever understood why. Even if
one preferred men, Sabretooth was not exactly the best choice, he
thought. But some obviously had a different opinion.
None of his team-mates ever looked in his direction. At least not
when they were horny. And when they did look at him, disgust was the
only feeling their eyes expressed.
The green, froglike man knew why. Everyone who caught a glimpse of
him looked the same.
Toad was a virgin. When no one could even look at him without being
disgusted by him, it was not likely that he'd find someone who
wanted
to have sex with him, and that he hadn't done.
Even prostitutes had refused the few times when he had asked them. He
was 26 years old and a virgin. And he was convinced he would die a
virgin.
He still had his needs, though, and the only things he had to his
help were himself and some porno magazines. There was a whole pile of
them on his bedside table.
Suddenly Toad reached out for a magazine to glance through. He had
read every single one of them several times, but he rarely got any
new ones.
He would have happily sacrificed the entire pile for only a minute of
sex with another, living person - man or woman.
There were all kinds of magazines in his collection. The
"usual"
ones, with a heterosexual couple, and then those with
threesomes/groups and lesbian women, and then gay men.
Toad looked at colourful images of women with hard make-up,
straddling and getting huge dicks pushed into their slits.
He felt he was getting excited after a while and stuck his hand into
his pants to touch himself. With his other hand he picked up a new
magazine when he was done with the first one.
This one featured homosexual men. Young, beautiful supple men,
standing on all fours with another man who fucked them from behind,
men giving each other oral sex, and groups.
Toad's eyes landed on a picture of three men. One of them lay on
his
back with a dick in his rectum and another one in his mouth.
He thought of how it would feel to get a blowjob, or to be inside
another person. He was quite sure he would have preferred a female,
but if a male had offered himself, he would not have hesitated a
second.
But no one would offer himself, and he had accepted that. These porno
magazines and his own imagination were all he had.
He had taken some from Sabretooth. He didn't consider that a
serious
crime. The hairball had so many, and besides he had a TV, internet
and two people to fuck.
Toad had none of these things, but still he believed Sabretooth would
not understand that if he found out about the theft.
Toad pulled his pants down and took his erection in his hand. Even
his penis was green. He was sure that wasn't considered
attractive.
He was watching the picture of the three men while he jerked off, and
thought he could even have bottomed.
At least it meant you had sex. With another individual. But he was
sure no one would want to use him as a bottom either. Not even the
hairball wanted to. And that was bad.
Sabretooth would usually fuck anything with two legs. All but Toad.
Whatever. He didn't want the hairball anyway.
Toad focused on his erotic fantasies and on jerking off. He closed
his eyes and moaned loudly and was so gone that he didn't notice
that
someone knocked on his door.
Nor did he notice that the person in question carefully opened the
door and looked inside his room. In fact he didn't notice he had
an
audience before he heard a voice calmly speak his name.
"Mortimer?"
Toad snorted and his eyes snapped open. When he had focused his eyes,
he could see Magneto standing in front of the door, regarding him.
Oh, no. What could possibly be worse?
If Toad hadn't been green, he would have flushed. He wasn't
easily
embarrassed, but now he felt like he just wanted to drop dead.
The elder, grey-haired man stood watching him while he lay there,
with his pants around his ankles, and cock in his hand.
"Don't you knock?!" Toad exclaimed with burning cheeks.
"I apologize," Magneto said. "I did knock, actually, you
just didn't
answer."
"Oh... You might see why..." Toad muttered.
Magneto didn't answer, just smiled and went to an old, worn out
leather armchair standing opposite of Toad's bed, and sat down.
He
was acting like he had no idea he had walked in on something
sensitive.
Toad just started at him. He was so nonplussed that he hadn't
even
thought of letting go of his cock and pulling his pants up. What
could Magneto want?
Magneto noticed the young man's confused, questioning look and
gave
Toad a friendly smile. He crossed his long, slim legs elegantly, and
folded his hands, leaning back in the chair.
"Mortimer," he said, "was this a bad time?"
"I was jerking off. The first thing I want is an audience,"
Toad
replied and it was impossible not to notice the sarcasm in his voice.
He looked at Magneto and couldn't help noticing that the other
man
was looking at his exposed cock.
"I know it is difficult, my boy," the elder man said
seriously.
"What's difficult?"
"Your...situation, or what to call it. I know your predicament.
You
have got needs, just like the rest of us, and the need to satisfy
them."
Toad frowned. His face expressed surprise and disbelief. What did
Magneto mean by suddenly starting discussing this with him? He
didn't
understand anything. It wasn't his problem.
Magneto glanced at the pile of porno magazines on Toad's bedside
table and then at the magazine that lay open on the bed.
It was a gay porn magazine.
"You have never told me, Mortimer... Do you prefer men or
women?"
"Huh?"
"Which gender turns you on? Male or female? Or maybe both? It
does
for me."
"I know that" Toad was going to say, but he stopped himself.
This was
too weird. What did Magneto mean by suddenly asking questions about
Toad's non-existent sex life, and revealing details about his own?
"Uh... Both, I guess..." he got out. "But... since you
know
my "predicament", you also know I have trouble getting dates?
With
either sex?"
"Yes, I know, Mortimer," Magneto said compassionately.
Why did Magneto persist on calling him "Mortimer"? It even
sounded
stupider than Toad, and he didn't like it at all.
"Although I can't understand why," Magneto continued.
"You are young,
fit, and surely a good lover. Maybe it is your behaviour that
intimidates people?"
Toad couldn't hold back a gasp. "So you believe I'm a
good lover?" he
asked.
"I think you could become one, yes."
"Unfortunately I may never get a chance to prove that," Toad
sighed.
"Well..." Magneto began and slowly stood up. " I could
teach you a
few things between the sheets... if you'd like..."
He sat down on the edge of Toad's bed, took his now flaccid penis
in
his hand, and started to rub it.
For a moment Toad actually thought he was dreaming. Literally. This
just couldn't be true. He refused to believe it. But he had to
admit
it felt extremely good - and real. Magneto's hand, rubbing his
dick,
quickly making it stand again. Within only three, four seconds he had
gotten a throbbing erection which twitched in Magneto's warm, dry
hand.
He moaned and started to writhe on the bed.
Magneto's laughter was soft and a little supercilious.
"So, Mortimer, what do you say? Will you let me teach you some
things
in bed?"
"But you--- how..." Toad managed to say.
"Hush. It is your choice. I won't force you to do
anything."
"Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. Do you really believe I would lie to you about
something
like this?"
"Hell yeah! Come here!"
Toad grabbed Magneto's shoulders to pull him down in the bed, but
Magneto shook his hands away.
"Not so fast," he said and released Toad's member.
"We'll go to my
room. You should clean this place, Mortimer."
"Anything... Your room?"
"Yes, come."
Magneto got up and waited for Toad to get ready and follow him. The
green-skinned mutant was on his feet in a second.
"Pull your pants up first," Magneto suggested. "We will
have plenty
of time for that later."
Toad looked down at himself. He still had his stiff, throbbing
erection, which Magneto's handjob had aroused. It felt like he
would
have trouble walking, especially with his pants on.
But he obeyed Magneto and pulled them up, then followed him out. His
erection had started to leak and it hurt from being incarcerated in
the far too tight pants.
Hmm... Magneto's room... He had never been there before. He
wondered
what it looked like. Surely much bigger than his own. And luxurious.
Probably like a president's suite.
While they were walking he watched Magneto. The older man looked as
elegant and distinguished as usual, moving freely and casually, and
with much grace.
He was wearing a purple shirt and black pants. His slender figure
looked very appealing underneath the clothing.
Soon Toad would get to see him with no clothes at all. He
couldn't
deny he was looking forward to it. A lot. But what could have gotten
Magneto into this? His mentor, teacher and boss?
Toad had spent half his life - Magneto brought him from an orphanage
when he was thirteen - with Magneto and the Brotherhood, but he could
not recall that he had ever even received a look that could have
indicated any sort of interest.
Did Magneto pity him? That was one possibility. But, no matter what,
a sympathy-lay was better than no lay at all.
Magneto opened the thick, heavy steel door to his room with
magnetism, and asked Toad to enter.
Hmm, he had been right about the president's suite. This room was
almost large enough to breathe in!
"There is the bed," Magneto said with a quick smile and
motioned to
the large double bed standing in the middle of the room, against a
wall. "You can wait there. In the meantime, I will just go and
check
on some things."
Magneto then disappeared into the adjacent bathroom. Toad did as he
had proposed and sat down on the bed. It was as big as his whole
room, he thought.
While waiting, (and a while passed) he started to undress. He
carelessly threw his clothes onto the antique Persian rug spread over
the floor. He wasn't sure if Magneto would appreciate it, but he
was
too excited to bother.
He sat naked on the edge of the bed, with his green erection jutting
from his body. At least *it* appreciated getting some space.
A few minutes later Magneto came out. He had obviously "checked
on
some things" just like he said he'd do. He had also
undressed; all he
wore now was a flimsy, wine-red knee-length robe. His legs were bare.
"You have made yourself comfortable, I see," he said and
raised his
eyebrows when she saw Toad.
"That robe is sexy as hell, Mags," Toad grinned.
"I hoped you would think that. Perhaps you would like to come
here
and take it off?"
Toad wasted no time, but bounced up (literally) and landed about
three feet in front of Magneto. He straightened, so they were
standing face to face.
Toad was only 5'8'', and Magneto was a bit taller than he
was, but
Toad was muscular and broad-shouldered despite being short, and
Magneto was slender in build, with long, slim legs and a thin, lean
torso.
Toad's hands trembled considerably when he placed them on
Magneto's
waist to untie the sash that kept his robe together. Magneto clearly
noticed the younger man's nervousness and insecurity. It was
obvious
that Toad was a virgin. He really acted like one!
"Mortimer," he said kindly, "you may relax. We'll see
it will be just
fine."
"Good, eh...damn sash..." Toad muttered while his sweaty
fingers
worked to untie the knot. Finally it worked. The robe-halves slid
apart and he gently pulled the garment down from Magneto's
shoulders
and let it fall to the floor.
The old man was naked now. He didn't even wear any underwear.
Toad watched him. Despite his high age Magneto still had a very
boyish body. He was thin, and his skin was fair, smooth and
completely hairless. His stomach was flat, and he was overall very
beautiful.
Toad placed his arms around his waist and pressed his body against
his own. His erection poked Magneto's groin and he could then
feel
that Magneto was also hard. Their shafts were both about 5 inches.
Now Toad wasn't sure what to do. He had never touched anyone but
himself this intimately before, and that alone was driving him
insane.
He began to rub his erection against Magneto's and thrust against
the
older man. After a while Magneto grabbed him by the shoulders and
held him at arm's length. He was smiling.
"Easy, my dear boy. You don't want to come already! Come,
let's go to
the bed."
Magneto took Toad's hand and started to lead him toward his
no-longer-
so neatly made bed. He noticed Toad's scattered clothes on the
floor,
but didn't mention it. The kid was about to get his first lay. It
gave him the right to be a little eager.
He sat down with Toad on the bed and started to caress the younger
man's body with his hands. Toad had hard, firm and well-defined
muscles, and his body didn't look bad. Maybe it was his green
skin-
colour that alienated people?
He had no body hair, not even around his genitals. His only hair was
on his head.
Magneto reached out his hand and gripped Toad's member, which
answered to the touch by jerking. Some pre-come trickled from the
slit in the head.
Magneto couldn't help feeling a little "bad" because of
what they
were doing. He still looked upon Toad as a young boy - a young boy
who he had rescued from an orphanage and taken under his protection.
He actually felt like he was using Toad. Sexually.
But Toad was in fact already 26, and over the age of consent, and he
wanted this. That could be told only by looking at him. The kid was
horny.
Toad's touch was tentative and a little insecure, as though he
wasn't
really sure what to do. But he surely wasn't. It was his first
time.
They lay down in the bed, sideways, opposite each other. Magneto did
not let go of his would-be lover's member.
Toad did not know what Magneto wanted to do with him, but he decided
that whatever it was, he would agree to it.
If Magneto wanted to fuck him, so be it. If he wanted to tie him to
the bed and whip him, then so be it. Anything would be fine. But his
hottest wish was to top.
Magneto, of course, was not sure of what Toad preferred. He realized
he had to take it easy with the boy now, since it was his first time.
"Mortimer," he asked, "would you like to learn how to
pleasure a man?"
Toad nodded eagerly. "I'll do anything. Just name it."
"Hush, my boy. You are not my slave. You'll only do things
that you
want yourself."
"But I do want," Toad claimed resolutely. And he did.
"Then, fine. Would you like to start by giving me fellatio?"
Toad frowned in confusion. Fellatio? What was that?
"What...?" he asked carefully.
Magneto laughed. "I believe you use the word "blowjob".
"You mean...sucking your..."
"Yes. But only if you want."
"Yeah, sure! I'll be happy to!"
Magneto lay down in the bed on his back, and pulled his legs up to
give Toad access. The young man learnt quickly and stood on his knees
between Magneto's legs. He bent down, grabbed the other's
erection
and didn't really know how to proceed from there.
"I don't know how to do this," he said, embarrassed.
"It's not hard at all," Magneto replied. "Just take
it between your
lips and suck, like you are sucking on a lollipop or an ice cream.
But try not to use your teeth. It might hurt."
Toad took a deep breath before he began. It was important that he
didn't mess himself up now. Magneto must be satisfied. He licked
his
lips. Magneto's penis was about the same size as Toad's own,
but then
the similarities stopped. Magneto was circumcised, and his genitals
were surrounded by soft silver-grey hair, similar to his head hair.
Taking his penis into the mouth was not a bad idea.
So Toad did it. He started sucking hard and fast, and took Magneto
deep, since he wanted to show he could do it.
Magneto moaned with both pleasure and pain. He could feel Toad's
teeth scraping his sensitive flesh, and it was clear that the young
man wasn't experienced. But Toad was eager and seemed to like it,
so
Magneto didn't want to discourage him.
"Oh, oh..." he moaned at times. "Yes, yes, exactly... oh,
yes!"
It was ironic; Victor had given him oral sex on several occasions,
but Magneto couldn't recall he had ever felt Victor's teeth -
*fangs*.
The older mutant watched Toad's head bobbing up and down in his
crotch. The young man was hardly an expert, but he was eager to
learn, and that was a good sign. Maybe he could become a really good
lover sometime.
Suddenly Magneto began to wriggle violently in the bed and threw his
head back. Toad didn't realize why at first, and grabbed his hips
to
keep him still. Magneto moaned and gasped, and managed to say,
"I'm about to come... Mortimer... I will come..."
It was meant as a warning, to give Toad a chance to recoil before he
got a mouth full of semen, but Toad stayed and Magneto came in his
mouth.
The hot, salty liquid that gushed into his mouth in loads made him
cough spasmodically. He tried to swallow the most of it, but some of
it trickled out of his mouth and flowed down his chin. He had been
sure he could take it, but it was harder than he could imagine.
Magneto lay on his back in the bed, sticky with sweat, and gasped.
His orgasm had been intense. His grey hair was muddled and some wisps
stuck to his sweaty forehead.
At last he sat up.
Toad sat by his feet, looking at him with anxious eyes.
"Come here," Magneto said and opened his arms. "That was
good."
Toad obeyed and crawled to Magneto and let himself be taken in his
arms. He looked a little more self-confident now that he had heard
that Mags was pleased.
He leaned his head against Magneto's shoulder, and hugged him
back.
Toad had heard rumours that Magneto liked to cuddle after having sex,
and obviously it was true.
No one had ever held Toad before, at least not as far as he
remembered. No one who had looked at him could hide his or her
disgust; not even his biological mother, who had gotten rid of him at
an early age, and dumped him at an orphanage.
But there was no disgust in Magneto's eyes now, and it delighted
Toad
incredibly.
"Well," Magneto said at last, "what would you like to do
now,
Mortimer?"
"Now?" Toad asked in confusion. "But...you're
finished..."
He glanced down at Magneto's now flaccid penis to make sure he
was
right. Magneto *was* finished.
"Yes, but you aren't," the older man replied. "Tell
me what you would
like me to do for you."
"Me..." Toad stuttered. "I...I...d-don
't...know..."
But his body responded eagerly to the suggestion, and within a few
seconds he had received a full erection again.
"Do you want me to return the favour you gave me, or do you want
to
have anal sex? You can top me, if you wish."
"So I get to...fuck you?" Toad could hardly believe what he
was
hearing.
"Yes, you may if you want to. I can top you too, if you give me
some
time, but it might be quite painful if you've never done it
before,
and I don't want you to experience pain during your first
time."
"I want to...top you," Toad confessed.
"Alright, let's just make a few preparations..."
Magneto broke the embrace and started to poke about in his drawers.
When he had found what he was looking for; a tube with lubricant, he
turned to Toad again and gave him the tube.
"Put some of that lubricant on your penis, and in me," he
instructed.
"Eh...uh...what position?" Toad wondered.
"I think it will be easiest if you do it from behind,"
Magneto
replied. "Then you don't have to focus on things like
supporting your
own weight."
He then stood on his hands and knees in the bed, with his butt in the
air to give the inexperienced Toad good access.
Magneto didn't usually like to be fucked from behind. He wanted
to
make love face to face, and see his lover. He was no animal, and
didn't want to feel like one either.
Victor always wanted to "take him from behind", and although
Magneto
usually let him decide almost everything, he coldly refused to stand
on all fours. He had done it once, and that was enough. Besides it
made his back hurt. But he was willing to make an exception for Toad.
Toad stood on his knees behind the slim, elegant man. He held the
tube Magneto had given him in his hand, but when he tried to open it,
he barely could. His fingers were slick with sweat and his hands were
shaking.
Damn it. Why did it have to be like this?
Finally he managed to unscrew the stopper and squeezed some
transparent cream onto his palm. He started by lubricating his penis,
and when that was done, the hard part remained.
"Eh...Mags, can I touch you?" he asked.
"Of course, Mortimer," was the answer. "You can touch me
anywhere you
want."
Toad started to stroke Magneto's smooth, pale inner thigh, and
slowly
passed his hand upwards, until it reached his genitals. He lightly
stroked the other's now half- erect penis and his soft ball-sac.
From
there he proceeded to the cleft between his buttocks. His hand
quickly found the puckered little opening, and he started to touch it
with his finger.
Toad had no idea how a woman would feel, but surely not better than
this. His cock had become almost painfully hard and he longed to
stick it in Magneto's ass.
But despite Magneto's words, Toad didn't dare to stick his
fingers in
his hole. He was afraid of hurting Magneto.
"You have to lubricate me before we can start," Magneto said
finally.
"I don't dare," Toad confessed.
"What?"
"My dick will never fit in there. You're too tight."
Magneto sighed. "Do this: put some cream on one or two of your
fingers and put them in me first. You will not hurt me. I have done
this hundreds of times before and there has never been any
problems."
Toad's hands still shook when he squeezed out some cream onto his
right index and middle fingers. He could tell by Magneto's voice
that
he was getting annoyed. That couldn't happen. Then maybe he would
back out and Toad would lose his lay.
He brought his fingers back to Magneto's opening and gently
pushed
them in.
The old man squirmed and moaned with pleasure (Toad believed) and
that encouraged Toad to thrust his fingers deeper. He kept them
still, but Magneto started to move and skewered himself on the
fingers.
After some time Toad realized he could safely finger-fuck Magneto.
"Ah!!" Magneto cried and his arms almost gave way when
Toad's fingers
accidentally hit his prostate.
Toad got terrified since he thought he had hurt Magneto.
"Oh...what..."
"You found my prostate..." Magneto squeaked. "Do it
again...please...?"
"Prostate?" Toad asked curiously. "What's that?"
"It is a... a gland inside the male body. When it is stimulated,
it
creates pleasurable sensations. You have one too, Mortimer."
"I do? I didn't know that..."
"I think you can pull your fingers out and replace them with your
member. I think I have received enough preparation."
Toad complied. His pulled out his sticky fingers and wiped them on
the sheet. His erection was leaking by now. A large drop of fluid had
gathered in the slit. Almost frantically he put the tip against
Magneto's stretched opening.
"Ready?" he snorted and grabbed the other's slender hips.
"Yes."
"Can you take it?"
Magneto sighed indignantly. "Can I "take" it? I have
taken pricks
many times the size of yours. And you aren't that big,
Mortimer."
Toad thought of Magneto with Sabretooth. Could he take *his* cock? It
was huge. Toad had seen it. The hairball didn't care to
masturbate in
private. But he didn't dare to ask.
"Go ahead," Magneto ordered.
Toad needed no further encouragement. He spread Magneto's pink
buttocks and pushed in. He easily slid in all the way to the hilt.
His thrusts were so violent that Magneto almost fell forward. As soon
as he was inside, he started pumping roughly in rhythm with his
breaths.
At first he refused to believe it. He was having sex. With Magneto.
And he was topping. He was topping Magneto. Pounding into him and
making him gasp and squirm.
Who could have believed this only a couple of hours ago? Oh, how good
he felt! He had never felt so good before.
Toad was not gentle. Magneto could feel that. There was a violent
bang every time their bodies slapped together, and since Magneto was
lighter and physically feebler he had to take the blow and was pushed
forward.
He didn't mind rough sex, but in order to stay on all fours he
had to
try to follow Toad's rhythm. He was clearly the one in control.
The
kid learned fast!
But Magneto liked it. He was getting a new erection and it demanded
attention - and touch - but he could not stroke himself since he had
to keep both his hands in the mattress not to fall down. He decided
to ask Toad for help. That was the least he could do.
"Mortimer...can you...masturbate...for...me?"
Toad didn't answer, but obviously he was going to do what he was
asked, for the next second Magneto felt a hand around his engorged
penis, and then the hand started stroking his member.
Toad was happy to do this. Despite that it was his first time in bed
with another person, he was almost an expert on masturbation, since
that was all he had done almost half his life.
He liked feeling the soft, warm skin of Magneto's penis, and the
velvety head at the end.
He was jerking off Magneto in time with his thrusts, and neither of
them lasted for long.
Toad came inside Magneto and emptied load after load into his body.
The older man followed shortly and his seed spouted over the bed,
staining the sheets. Then he collapsed into a heap in the bed,
pulling down Toad, who landed on top of him.
They lay with their bodies entwined for a while, just gasping, but
after some time Toad's weight started to give Magneto trouble
breathing, and he asked him to move.
"Mortimer...please...you are choking me..." he whispered.
Toad rolled over to his back beside Magneto. He wasn't really
sure
what he would do now. They were both too tired to continue, and he
didn't know what to say or do.
Leave? Was he expected to leave now that he was finished?
He glanced at Magneto. The old man lay still with his eyes closed.
Soon he would be asleep, if he wasn't already.
Toad resisted the urge to touch his peaceful, beautiful, lined face.
But suddenly Magneto opened his eyes.
"Mortimer," he said. "Come here. Come here and sleep with
me."
"Would you like that?"
"Come on now."
He pulled the younger man into his arms and let him rest his head
against his chest.
"Well, Mortimer," he said matter-of-factly. "What did you
think?"
"Think about what?"
"About your first time?"
"It was great!"
"I am glad you feel like that. Was I satisfying?"
Toad grinned slyly and said, "My best lay ever!"
Magneto saw the irony in his statement and laughed. "I see."
Toad hesitated for a second before he asked, but he just had to know.
"And you? What did you think?"
"My boy," Magneto said seriously, "you were not exactly
an expert,
but you were eager to learn and I consider that a positive
quality."
The answer confused Toad. Did it mean Magneto was pleased, or was it
just a more eloquent way of saying that he wasn't?
"I wasn't... too rough, then?" Toad asked.
"You were rough, but I can take that."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. Don't you worry about that."
"Why did you really want to do this with me?" asked Toad.
"Why...?" Magneto asked confusedly.
"You're my boss, and you let me ass-fuck you. You have to
agree
that's a bit strange. Especially when no one else wants me."
"What do you want to point out, Mortimer?"
"It's just..."
"Just what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"No, now you are going to have to tell me," Magneto said
resolutely.
"I am afraid of something," Toad murmured.
"Afraid? What are you afraid of, my dear?"
Magneto soothingly stroked Toad's green, spiky hair.
"I'm afraid of...the hairball," he finally admitted.
It took Magneto some time to understand. "What... Victor?" he
asked. "Why?"
"Come on, you know why!" Toad snapped. "I know what he
does with you,
and I don't think he'd appreciate to know he's sharing
you with *me*!"
"How can you know?" Magneto asked seriously.
"I do have eyes and ears! Everyone here seems to think I'm
completely..."
"No. Why do you think this will upset Victor?"
"Because he hates me...and because he has an attitude problem...
Everything he touches belongs to him, he thinks. Well, you get the
point..."
"Would *I* belong to him, you mean?"
"I'm sure *he* feels that way, yes."
"You cannot be more wrong, Mortimer," Magneto stated. "It
is correct
that I have a sexual relationship with Victor, but it has absolutely
nothing to do with dominance, or him wanting to control me,
or...-"
"Is that a fact? And who's topping when you two are here?"
Magneto fell silent. He was always the submissive when he had sex
with Victor, but everything they did happened on his conditions, and
he had never done anything he hadn't wanted to do.
Victor understood and accepted this, and their respective roles in
bed worked well.
"He is on top," Magneto finally said, "but that is the
way we want
it."
Toad snorted. "And you *like* it?"
"Why wouldn't I like it? He is a skilled lover."
"Because he hurts you! Don't you think I've seen it?! A
few days ago
you could barely walk!"
"Yes, he was a little rough that time," Magneto agreed,
"but he
didn't mean to, and he said he was sorry."
"He's a feral madman..." Toad muttered.
"I am sorry that you two can't agree, but if you prefer that
we keep
quiet about this, I can agree to that. And he is not a feral madman.
You won't say that again, Mortimer. Alright?"
"Okay. I guess I won't."
"Good."
"Hey Mags..."
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something? A personal thing?"
"Of course. I will try to be honest."
"How many men have you been with? You...uh...said you were
experienced..."
Magneto laughed dryly. "You'd be surprised. The only one I
have been
with except for you and Victor is Charles Xavier."
"Charles Xa... But that's the X-men's professor!"
Toad exclaimed.
"Yes, that's right."
"You were together?"
"Yes, but that was long ago. More than 20 years. It was
wonderful. I
still miss him."
Magneto now sounded nostalgic.
"So you were...in love with him?" Toad asked.
"Yes. Very."
"How come you've never said anything about it before?"
"I had no reason," Magneto said. "It is my personal life,
and it is
the past. I didn't want to confuse you and make you believe that
there still is something between us. Because there is not."
"Okay."
"Have I answered your question exhaustingly enough?"
"Eh...yeah."
"Mortimer, will you stay here with me tonight?"
"Sure. This whole bed is bigger than my room!"
Magneto laughed. "Alright. Let me just turn off the lights."
He freed himself from Toad and reached for the switch to the night
lamp standing on his bedside table. But when he was settling down
again to take Toad in his arms, the younger man pushed him away.
"I'm sorry, but I can't hug you while I sleep," he
said. "I've never
slept with anyone before. Besides, I kick. I think we should sleep
with some space between us."
"Alright. I understand," Magneto said.
"You're not mad, are you?" Toad asked carefully.
"It's not you, it's
just..."
Magneto laughed mildly. "No, no, my dear boy. I understand. But I
am
worth a goodnight-hug, am I not?"
Magneto leaned forward and embraced Toad before they parted to sleep
on either side of the large double bed.
He could understand Toad's insecurity, but he was used to holding
his
partner after making love. Even Victor, who was otherwise very non-
cuddly, always let him sleep in his arms. Magneto loved to snuggle in
to his big, broad, warm body and feel safe.
But this young man had never shared a bed with anyone, and probably
thought the whole idea was awkward.
"Goodnight, Mortimer," he said and looked at Toad across the
bed.
"Goodnight, Magneto," Toad replied and curled into his
pillows and
then became still.
Magneto did the same and closed his eyes. He could feel that there
were several wet spots on the quilt, but he didn't care about it
at
the time.
Of course, it was his own semen.
___________________________

Toad woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and got scared when
he discovered he wasn't in his own room. It took his brain some
time
to recall the events that had occurred the night before.
He was with Magneto. In his room. His bed. Why? He had fucked
Magneto. Right. That's why he was here.
Toad sighed. Slowly his eyes started to adjust to the darkness. He
turned his head and saw Magneto lying next to him in the double bed,
sleeping. Probably deep. His breaths soughed, and he was completely
still.
Silently Toad got up. He tried to do it without bumping the bed too
much, so that he wouldn't disturb Magneto's sleep. He thought
he did
it quite well.
Quietly he padded around the bed and started picking up his clothes
that lay scattered on the floor.
He pulled on what he believed to be his pants and took the rest into
his hands.
He was going to leave. He didn't want to think of what might
happen
if Magneto's other male lover found him here. Oh, Jesus!
But before he left, he stood by the bed and looked down at Magneto
while he slept.
The old man was lying on his side, with a pillow to his chest,
looking peaceful. Now Toad couldn't repress the impulse to touch
his
face. He let his fingertips gently brush the other's cheek. There
were lines and wrinkles in his face, but his skin was still soft.
Toad bent down and kissed his forehead.
Magneto snuffled in his sleep.
"Bye," Toad whispered. "I'm going now. See you
later."
He tried to open the thick steel door soundlessly, and sneaked out.
He hoped that Victor "Hairball" Creed, AKA Sabretooth, would
not see
him leave Magneto's room, half-naked.

The End

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